The slurry seeps out of the rock wall without a trace of heat, turning into pure cold blood and slowly flowing.

Like the broken gravel of flesh and blood, slid down in a mess, making a brittle sound of hard touch, and finally fell on the ground and mixed with the slurry.

The high priest and Zhao Qingsong came all the way forward, and wherever they passed were ruins, and these ruins were the flesh and blood of the flame beast.

The high priest was not a mindless person. After he accidentally obtained the fused stone, he began to plan all this and practiced a secret technique of merging the spirit of the Holy See.

With his nearly peak in the world, he is confident that as long as the flame beast has spiritual communication with him, he can subdue the flame beast and successfully merge the spirit.

But what he never expected was that even though he had already rushed into the body of the Flame Beast and destroyed everything that could be seen, the Flame Beast still did not communicate with him at all.

The overdrawn body gradually felt tired, and a sense of powerlessness spread to his heart. The high priest stopped the movements in his hands and took a rest.

The body of the Flame Beast seemed to be boundless. The high priest was first consumed by the Flame Beast's stomach acid and then fiercely. It was normal to be exhausted at this time.

However, Zhao Qingsong, who was even more injured, did not dare to stop at all. Since he chose to be a dog, he would have to be a dog. Even if he was exhausted, he would have to help his master do things with panting. Otherwise, the master who was disliked by him would definitely cook him and stew him.

Zhao Qingsong, who was willing to lose his realm all the way, overdrawing all the true energy in his body, gritted his teeth and was still bombarding the way ahead.

The high priest of the judge squatted down halfway, stuck a touch of molten smear on his fingertips, and his brows suddenly frowned.

The slurry has no heat, it is as cold as well as well water in winter!

However, this is the blood of the flame beast, how could it be without a trace of heat?

The high priest of the Decision realized something, so he closed his eyes, sank his thoughts into his heart, and began to feel them with his heart.

The supernatural realm can naturally manipulate thoughts. However, even if practitioners are too powerful, they cannot use their thoughts to wander around the world. Most of the attacks of thoughts must be short-distance, and the range of thoughts will not be too large. If you want to perceive a large range, what you can feel will be extremely blurred.

The high priest's talent in thought and perception is average, and it can only be considered a normal rule, but with his cultivation level, he can expand his vague range, so he sensed his weak breath.

There are two breathing channels, one is extremely rapid and the other is slightly slow.

The high priest of the ruling knew that this was the breath of Zhang Xiaodao and Nalanchu. Of course, he would not pay too much attention to this kind of ant. He hoped to sense the existence of the flame beast, but he did not notice any breath after all.

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At this time, Zhang Xiaodao, who was crying, began to breathe in big mouthfuls.

This feeling seems familiar, and that strong sadness is like his fat father who passed away after the war in Lingyin County.

After he and the Flame Beast have passed through the joys, anger, sorrows and happiness of this life, when he reached the final stage, he could clearly feel the loneliness and desolation in the heart of the Flame Beast who had lived for too long, and the unwillingness and attachment to death.

He knew that the Flame Beast wanted to survive, but in the end the Flame Beast still made a resolute and decisive choice to merge with him.

Choosing Rong Ling is actually just another way of death. Zhang Xiaodao understood that this was a gift given to him by the Flame Beast before he died, and he asked himself that he could not afford it.

Zhang Xiaodao has never been a greedy person. His initial purpose of giving the flame beast true energy was not to save the flame beast, but to save himself.

But the Flame Beast finally handed over his life to him, which was not an equal transaction. Zhang Xiaodao felt ashamed of this, and he could only cry for this.

After crying, the only thing Zhang Xiaodao could do was to kill all the people who killed the flame beast, but his enemies were too powerful.

Nalan Chu didn't know what Zhang Xiaodao was thinking. He just pursed his red lips and helped him up.

Zhang Xiaodao opened his eyes, looked at the lava heart that stopped beating in front of him, clenched his fists, and whispered: "Wait for me here."

Although the voice of the words was very light, Nalan Chu understood Zhang Xiaodao’s thoughts at this moment. She immediately grabbed Zhang Xiaodao’s hand and pulled it very hard.

Zhang Xiaodao did not break free, but just looked at Nalan Chu who had just accompanied him and said, "I'm not going to die."

Nalan Chu did not answer, and one hand turned into two hands, and she clenched her face tightly and showed firmness.

Zhang Xiaodao felt the warmth in Nalanchu's hands, grinned open the corners of his mouth, put his other hand on the top of Nalanchu's head, gently stroked her short hair and said, "It's really okay."

Nalan Chu shook his head.

Zhang Xiaodao looked helpless, and looked at Nalan Chu's aggrieved look, and seemed to be unable to do anything except sigh.

Nalan Chu finally spoke, "You can't go."

Zhang Xiaodao shook his head and said, "I'm very strong now."

Nalan Chu met in silence, stopped talking, but just used his hands a little harder.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at Nalan Chu, put his other hand behind her head, and pulled forward fiercely.

Nalan Chu staggered forward without hesitation, Zhang Xiaodao turned his head slightly and printed hard on her red lips.

Nalan Chu's lips were a little cool. Zhang Xiaodao did not go any further, but just relaxed at once, and then let go of Nalan Chu.

Nalan Chu was confused by the kiss, and looked at Zhang Xiaodao dumbly, and the hand that he had originally held tightly could not help but relax.

Zhang Xiaodao grinned and said, "Waiting for me here."

After saying that, he pulled out his hand and stepped upwards in the air.

Nalan Chu, who had not come to his senses at all, looked at Zhang Xiaodao disappearing from her vision, feeling the tension of the deer bumping around, and did not have time to keep Zhang Xiaodao.

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Walking out of the atrium of the Yan Beast, Zhang Xiaodao pursed his lips and whispered: "Woman, that's the only thing that's going to be." Then, with a smile, he moved forward all the way.

The flame beast had already merged with him. Although the flame beast's soul had gone away at this time, the remaining body was emitting a sense of closeness to Zhang Xiaodao all the time.

This sense of intimacy can make Zhang Xiaodao do a lot of things, but he still has no confidence to kill the old man in black and the high priest of the Judgment.

Because his cultivation level is too low after all.

But even so, Zhang Xiaodao had to do it. This was his explanation to the Flame Beast, and he also accepted the Flame Beast's Spiritual Encouragement.

This also prompted him to kiss Nalan Chu boldly because he really didn't know whether he would die or live in the end.

At this time, he must admit that he likes Nalan Chu, a girl who dares to love and hate, but the monogamous thinking makes him feel guilty.

So Nalan Chu asked before: "Do you have any better proposal?" Zhang Xiaodao was afraid to answer at all, and even dared not look at her eyes.

But the current situation is not the same anymore. Before he can give it a try, he naturally has to follow his inner feelings.

Luoxue Long Sword was unsheathed in his rhythmic pace, his face turned slightly red, and a fresh force turned the vitality into another appearance.

When Zhang Xiaodao poured his vitality into the fallen snow knife, the fallen snow knife emitted a trace of steam, and the blade began to gradually turn red, and there was a hidden flow of slurry, illuminating the space he was walking in.

Zhang Xiaodao came with a knife and walked openly to the high priest and the old man in black!

The high priest and Zhao Qingsong's expressions were frozen at this moment, as if they felt something. They broke through the barrier in front of them and came to the other end of the maze.

Zhang Xiaodao is standing here with a knife!

The high priest looked at Zhang Xiaodao for no reason, while the old man in black Zhao Qingsong felt a little bad.

Zhang Xiaodao, whose murderous intent was already boiling, did not speak nonsense and let out a muffled groan.

A stream of smoke spurted out from Zhang Xiaodao's nostrils, and he began to have a magical but extremely strange border.

A crack on the forehead began to spread, running downwards until the lower jaw, the slurry overflowed and flowed to the neck.

His body began to split at this moment, and the mysterious patterns on his chest directly burned the clothes into ashes, revealing the pattern that Zhang Xiaodao felt looked very similar to Pikachu.

But this pattern is not funny.

The high priest of the ruling was furious when he saw this pattern. At this point, he still couldn't see how Zhang Xiaodao actually took the lead in the spiritual transformation. He couldn't help but regret why he hadn't killed Zhang Xiaodao first.

The slurry flowed in Zhang Xiaodao's eyes, and the fire erupted. He stepped in front of the old man in black, and the long sword turned into a flame and flew out.

The old man in black only saw a light. At this time, he had no movement on one foot. Coupled with the overdraft consumption along the way, he was unable to mobilize his body to respond effectively.

The fierce murderous intent attacked in the air like a sharp sword.

He didn't want to see the dead old man in black come to the old man in one step and stretched out his blood-red palm. In his opinion, this palm was enough.

But at this time, Zhang Xiaodao's figure flashed, and the sword light and body turned into a afterimage.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was desperate, opened the divine wheel again and wiped the high priest with thunder.

The high priest of the judging never thought that Zhang Xiaodao could have such speed. While everything in front of him became an illusion, a few sparks were victorious in front of his eyes.

Zhang Xiaodao passed through the high priest of Judgment, held a knife in his right hand and a shield in his left hand. The long sword turned into a stream of flames.

Zhao Qingsong, who was relieved when he ruled that the high priest came to him, never thought that Zhang Xiaodao came to him like this.

A flash of fire broke through his empty belly. Zhang Xiaodao's body came to Zhao Qingsong and actually abandoned the knife directly. He opened his arms and gave him a warm hug under Zhao Qingsong's incredible eyes.

Zhao Qingsong was hugged by Zhang Xiaodao, and the hilt of the Luoxue Dao was inserted into his lower abdomen, but this seemed to not stop Zhang Xiaodao's enthusiasm.

He felt a burning heat burning, and Zhang Xiaodao hugged the dry body tightly.
Chapter completed!